DEA
I laughed like crazy until my eyes watered, slapping his shoulders lightly, looking at the severe seriousness on his face like he really meant what he said.
“Arthur, are you on drugs? Seriously?”
Maybe he wants to lighten up my mood while I am waiting for the result of my mother.
Werewolf? He and me? That sounds so straight out of a fiction novel.
But Arthur did not laugh with me.
“You don’t have to believe me,” he said calmly. “Not yet. But your body will tell you before your mind does.”
I shook my head and stepped back, ripping my hand from his but my heel clipped the leg of a chair.
“Ohh no!” I yelped expecting to fall into the floor.
Arthur moved on instinct, easily clinched my waist with his one hand, the other one supporting my back.
“You’re too fast,” I whispered,
